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Arpad Miklos sprawls like a colossus of muscle across a throne of black leather. Colby Keller strides in, eyes gleaming with intent, ready to claim his prize. He leans close, tongue tracing the thick, uncut shaft of Arpad's cock—teasing, savoring every veined inch, lingering on the soft, fleshy folds of foreskin that part like a secret invitation. The roles reverse in a heartbeat. Arpad drops to his knees before Colby, ravenous. He engulfs Colby's meat in one greedy gulp, throat working it down with a wet, gargling rhythm that echoes their shared hunger. Arpad shifts lower, burying his face in Colby's ass. His tongue probes the crack, circling the tight, puckered ring with devoted laps, drawing out shivers of delight. Desire ignites into action. Arpad positions himself and drives his cock deep into Colby's waiting hole—thrusts fierce and unyielding. Colby moans, body arching, begging for harder, deeper. Arpad obliges, pounding relentlessly. Still buried to the hilt, Colby grips himself and strokes furiously, erupting in thick ropes across his chest. Arpad withdraws at last, spilling his own hot load in lazy drizzles over Colby's hairy belly. Sighs fade to whispers. Breaths steady. The fire cools; they've claimed their ecstasy.